We grew old,
Sick and weak.
And before we could guess,
What was coming,
We lost our grip and fell.
But our Master was kind;
Gave us a cushion,
To soften the blow.
With eyes shut,
A subtle smile on His lips,
Oblivious to our joys
And sorrows,
He said, "Goodbye."
A very poignant, though comforting, expression about life and death. Thanks, Jasbir ji, for sharing this marvelous piece of work.
If you are thinking of the same Master that I am, He was not oblivious. He is all-knowing. He knows you by name and all your trials and tribulations and successes. He loves you and wants you to succeed and return to Him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If in love life is always a pleasure.